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b-side from yesterday's sketch and with today's eyes i probably woulda went with rendering this one further. either way have both

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for anon, for the culture. (I lost the ask but this woulda happened either way)

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i know we fans can make anything horny, but this? hey. hey cr. *knocks on my laptop screen* hey the cast of critical role? this one's entirely on you

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i've noticed that some of my shadowgast pictures (both posted and not) are the drawing equivalent of an m-rated fic: there is a metaphorical and very tasteful fade-to-black, but me and the lads know what's up. anyway, enjoy

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NSFW content under the cut, sexual content & genitalia.

I wanted more bottom Ash content, so I made my own. Hehe.

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;-)

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Another wizard has been found torn asunder in Elf Pussy Forest

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me reading, writing, or drawing anything about Caleb Widogast

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What I need now is content of Caleb getting sent to when he’s in the middle of getting his back blown out by Essek

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Among whatever else, two things Essek 100% definitely did that evening were

go down on Caleb while he explained the Nein’s latest shenanigans, having given him instructions to “keep talking”

let Caleb take it easy and play pillow princess while Essek systematically fucked the living daylights out of him

and absolutely no one can tell me any different

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Soft slumber on a sun warmed stone

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Pouring.

Essek and Caleb being cute boyfriends.

Reblogs are love. Do not repost or use anywhere.

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Begging, Bargaining, and Rewards

Read it on Ao3

Caleb pisses himself and he and Molly get off on it.

Caleb could feel the ropes leaving deep bruises on his wrists and ankles. He struggled against them- only because he knew Molly liked that- and looked up at him, thighs squeezing together as best they could with the stool forcing them apart.

“Please, king, I need to piss so badly... I promise I’ll be good for you, please!”

Molly kept up his disinterested act, but his colorful tights did nothing to hide the truth. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms in thought, “hmm, not sure you’ve earned it, love.”

Caleb pulled against the restraints once more, “please! I promise, I’ll do anything for you, please, king,” he licked his lips, giving Molly’s cock a longing look where it tented his tights.

Molly flushed imperceptibly, pretending to be nonchalant, “alright, darling, if you want it that badly.” He strode forward and gripped Caleb’s hair, pulling his head down and bending him over, adding more pressure on his bladder.

Caleb gasped and sobbed, mouthing along the outside of Molly’s tights to distract himself from his desperation.

Above him, Molly shuddered, “atta boy,” and pulled himself free.

Caleb’s mouth found the head of Molly’s cock and began sucking as he felt a purple tail tease along his neck and collar. Talons gently scratched his scalp and encouraged him as he took each ridge of Molly in, tracing his tongue along the unique bumps and curves he’d memorized nine times over.

He focused on shallowly breathing through his nose and savoring the taste of Molly’s precum on his tongue, trying to ignore his bursting bladder. His nails were digging into his palms as felt Molly getting closer to the edge- before he pulled out and Caleb whined in protest.

Molly slowly slipped out and caught his breath, still hard, “You're really quite good at that, aren’cha?”

Caleb looked up at Molly, eyes full of desperation as he licked his lips, “please..”

Molly gave a pitying look, “alright darling, if you need to go that badly-“ it was no sooner Molly said that than a hot wave of piss spread across Caleb’s thighs.

He sobbed silently, the relief was so rewarding he didn’t care how badly his clothes would stick to his skin. He squirmed and whined as the piss filled every inch of his trousers. He closed his eyes in bliss and focused on the sound of the torrent between his legs… and Molly’s goans. He opened his eyes to see the tiefling giving him a dark look as he stroked himself to the sight, “You look so desperate like that, darling, pissing yourself like a filthy urchin.”

Caleb whimpered at the praise, biting his lip and bucking his hips up into nothing to show off further. The sound of Molly moving quicker over his own cock was all the more arousing for Caleb, to know that Molly was jerking off to the sight of him pissing himself was incredible. He felt his stream quicken as he gasped, the pleasure bordering on pain in the best way possible.

The next thing he knew, there was a hand gripping his chin as Molly brought him in for a passionate kiss, “Gods you look so hot like this,” he tongued into his mouth and Caleb felt himself whimper as his stream tampered off.

Molly’s fist quickened and he came, spilling onto Caleb as he sucked on his tongue. Caleb could feel the piss soaked into his pants, some even ending up in his socks. He felt disgusting and filthy. And he loved it. He glanced down to see Molly’s softening cock and his cum on his crotch, marking him, and that was it for him.

He made a pitiful noise as he felt himself spill into his pants, leaning his head on Molly’s shoulder, he was exhausted and so satisfied. The last thing he remembered before passing out from pleasure was a soft kiss being planted to his temple as Molly said something about a bath.

~ soft, domestic aftercare ~

He later woke in a body of warm water, a washcloth gently running over his skin as he felt a heartbeat from the chest where his head lie. He blinked his eyes open and looked up to see a familiar purple tiefling smiling down at him, “just giving ya a quick wash before bed, love, s’alright” a kiss was planted to his forehead as he closed his eyes again.

The next time he woke he was not quite as warm, he shivered drawing closer to the tiefling’s body heat. He felt a fond chuckle, “darling, c’mon, I need your help getting out of the tub, yeah?”

Caleb whined but eventually got out with some help. Molly helped him dry off before slipping into a pair of boxers as Caleb changed into the fuzzy, cat-printed pajamas Molly set out for him. He helped Caleb into their bed, providing a nice, warm chest for him to curl up against.

Another sweet kiss to his temple and something about “love” and “good” were muttered before Caleb dozed off in Molly’s arms

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Accidents in the Hall

Read it on Ao3

Caleb-centric piss fic where he wets himself.

He really shouldn’t make this as much of a habit as he does, but even with his keen mind, sometimes he forgets to take care of his own needs. Maybe it’s an after-effect of the decade spent in the asylum, who knows, but Caleb Widogast enjoys pissing himself. 

He’ll usually drink more water than necessary, claiming it’s for the sake of staying hydrated, hold it in til he absolutely can’t, find an alleyway or an empty bathroom, let go, and cast prestidigitation to clean himself. It’s foolproof. Or so he thought…

The rest of the group was in the middle of negotiations with some high-up official that I’m not going to flesh out for the sake of piss smut. Beau and Fjord had mostly taken over the talking, so Caleb was able to slip out the door to seek a bathroom. But he’s unfamiliar with this building, and he finds himself wandering the winding, ornately decorated halls confused, desperate, and a little bit worried. 

He’s never not made it to a bathroom on one of these endeavors, What would happen if he were to-

He winces as he feels himself leak a little into his underwear, but he trudges onward, there’s gotta be a bathroom somewhere in this building??

He’s frantic now, trying to balance walking fast with keeping himself from leaking further. He turns around a sharp corner and runs into another person and he gasps, jumping back slightly as the dam bursts in his momentary shock. 

Thankfully that other person is his boyfriend Mollymauk, who came looking for him out of concern, but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing when a loud hissss is heard from his trousers, accompanied by a rapidly-growing wet patch. 

Caleb stares at Molly for a second before he feels tears streaming down his face as the reality of his situation hits him. He sobs and curls in on himself on the floor, pissing himself in front of his own boyfriend . 

He’s helpless to stop the stream as his bladder empties itself all over him in a loud, echoing hallway. He prays to whatever god is listening that no one else can hear him wetting himself like a child. 

See, the act of wetting himself in private is dignified. It shows restraint and control over his bladder, only relieving himself when and where he chooses to. But this... this is humiliating.

He feels warm arms envelop him in a hug as Mollymauk rubs his back and tries to whisper words of reassurance, telling him it’ll be ok, they’re here for him, etc. but it doesn’t drown out the deafening noise of Caleb’s piss leaking into a puddle on the floor, or the sensation of pee cooling on his ass where he sits in the hallway.

When his stream finally ends, he feels pale, shivering in Mollymauk’s arms as he sobs.

His boyfriend knows this is a kink for him, so Molly whispers a question of consent, and Caleb nods. He's ashamed to admit it, but he did get turned on from this, he might as well add to the mess while he’s here. 

Molly slips their filed-down talons inside Caleb’s pants, slipping between his folds and sliding a finger in, drawing out a moan from Caleb. They soon add a second finger and move quickly, sensing Caleb wants this over with soon. 

They’re practiced at this, and they have no issue bringing Caleb to orgasm quickly, all it takes is some deft finger movement, pumping them up and down rapidly, curling them juuust right-

Caleb gasps into Molly’s shoulder, whimpering as he feels himself pulse around Molly’s fingers.

Molly removes his hand and Caleb casts a few rounds of prestidigitation to clean himself, tears still wet on his face. 

Molly helps him stand and holds his hand as they walk back to the group, a slight blush still evident on his face. He may have to look further into the exhibitional aspect of this particular kink… That, or humiliation...

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So I went wild and wrote like a shit ton of smut these past few days and I've had some realizations.

I have written 11,339 words of smut in the last 2 days (all piss-related)

I've written 15,363 words of piss fics on Ao3 for Critical Role alone.

I've written 26,587 words of smut total for Critical Role on Ao3.

I also wanted to see how many of the fics in the #omorashi and #watersports tags were mine, so I looked it up, counted, and came out to an average number of 16%... holy shit...

I think it's between me and that one anonymous user that always instantly orphans their works on who's written the most CR piss fics...

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cw: consensual somnophillia, watersports, omorashi

Ashton just wanted to get a good nights rest- but dreams of a certain genasi laying beside him left him pitching a tent as he woke at who knows what hour of the night. He groaned and turned over to face Dorian, still sound asleep. He sighed, debating whether he should jerk off in the bathroom or try to take care of himself here.

He didn’t want to wake Dorian- but he was worried he did just that when he saw how pained the bard’s face looked. He might be having a nightmare, Ashton thought, so he reached out to soothingly run a hand along his side. Dorian shivered at the touch and let out a whimper.

“Hey, it’s just me, it’s alright, just relax-“ Ashton tried to whisper comfortingly. Upon uttering the word "relax," Dorian sighed and did just that. Though… the sigh was closer to a hissing sound, and the sound,, hadn’t stopped after a few seconds…

Ashton felt warmth spread against his thigh in the bed and looked down to see Dorian’s boxers becoming soaked with his piss. Ashton’s mouth hung open dumbly as he quickly got himself out of his pants and began getting off to the sight.

Dorian, the prim and proper bard, laying before him, pissing himself, smiling to himself about it as he slept peacefully. It was certainly a sight to see. Ashton was cumming onto his crotch as Dorian’s stream tapered off.

Ashton had half a mind to wake Dorian, help him clean up, but gods he looked so pretty with piss-soaked pjs clinging to his skin and Ashton’s cum coating the outside. He just couldn’t disturb him- he was also exhausted from cumming harder than he had in awhile and needed to rest.

He was sure he’d get a bashful Dorian complaining about how his silk pajamas are ruined and Ashton only added to the mess by coming on them, but it was all worth it in the end. And it certainly wasn’t the last time one of them would “accidentally” piss themselves in their sleep.

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Somebody needs to wash Caleb up and give him cuddles and also make him come so good his entire body arches into it and his eyes roll up into his head. And then give him more cuddles, if he wants. Like. I just feel like its a thing that needs to happen.

nice image: caleb, a little wine-drunk, a little dopey with a big meal of good food, sprawled on his back on a bed with his legs spread wide and sticking off the end of the bed. his coat and shirt is still on, only his trousers and underwear discarded. someone’s knelt on the floor at the end of the bed, caleb’s cock in their mouth, their fingers pressing into his thighs, and caleb - caleb’s just about relaxed and uninhibited to be moaning, eyelids fluttering, his fingers clenching and unclenching rhythmically in the sheets as he fights the urge to buck up into the hot mouth around him. 

he doesn’t come, though, stays on the edge with his belly filling with fire, the prickling tingle of arousal spreading through his body making him coiled-tight and relaxed at the same time. it’s only when the hands shift from his thighs, sliding under his buttocks to pull him closer, get his cock deeper in their mouth, that he begins to gasp in earnest, hips twitching - and he comes to the feeling of a spit-wet finger pressing against his hole, just the tip sliding in past the tight ring of muscle to tease him.